On one side of my there is masked joy, the other there are cries
I want to open for the scared, but those in charge of me left me locked
I want to open wide
I need them to know that they need help
I feel terrible that I am stuck
I thought this was a church
Why am I locked then?
I should be left open
What does God think?
Does He know I want to be open?
It became quiet inside…
What is happening?
Someone is coming to me with the key
There are tears
I am open
Now people are coming
Jesus has been let out!
Never again will I be locked.